Fingers tracing down heated sides, tingling trails left in their wake.

Bodies slicked with sweat, pressing against each other.

Hands tangled roughly in silky hair.

Hard kisses with a tinge of total desperation.

Gasped breaths… a name caught on swollen lips.

In the morning, it will all be gone; their fierce touch will be replaced with violence… they will be enemies.

Their motions are deliberate and cautious; they will never scream.

Screaming means the end of everything.

Screaming means one of them has finally broken, and they're both to strong to break.

Too proud to admit that they're already broken.